Brought by death to the edge of the abyss Fiercely thrown down into a void so cold Darkness as you knew it its nothing compared to this Going over the edge and ino oblivion On dark silken wings carried further away To a place of sadness and tranquility On a chariot of gold, the shade of a man that before the seventh moon would give his heart and soul Fire forever in the sky Fire burning the sins of my past life Fire torching my soul It is my pleasure I will never see happen With a snake wrung around his neck He leaves sadness alone in the night Feeding on sorrow, figure in black Hunters leave your home I do not belive in falling down, nor waste myself struggling with this Why do you live, why do you breathe, When you know that from whence you came You will soon return? I am trapped at the edge of existence and I beg, please cut these strings! Pit calling Chills caressing me Sight fading I am home
